The End Poem by Frantic Bird

The end of the road is where I reside lately
Hoping to catch you and you
I used to drive pass here and not look back
Now I am here and they are driving by
We are all mourning here
So flee before we infect you too and you join us
This is where it ends
Where all roads meet
That is why we mourn here
Because we know your fate too
So enjoy your days in youth and years in joy
Because when you join us
It is the end
And you will join us!